Survive You
My only hope was that I would survive you,
But now I don't know why.
Your body was my temple.
I felt useful on my knees and while I worshiped at your feet.
Now, I've lost my religion.
Could you ever know what that means?
To lose your life's blood, but your heart still beats.
Oh, If I could hurt you too
I wouldn't throw a sucker punch
I want you to see it coming
I want you to feel my fist before it connects
To spill your blood with my pale white hands
Could I absorb enough of you to bring the color back to me?
To have my body warmed by your spilled life
I have this empty shell of me and hollow is so hard to fill
What will I do to pass the years?
When life is gone and existence never ends
My only hope was that I would survive you
But now I don't know why.
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